The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

After starting cultivation, time really flies. In the blink of an eye, all the Storm Giant's stockpile of Storm Spiritual Power Amplification Potions had entered Atilan's stomach.

As expected of the Storm Giant's secret potion, Atilan's spiritual power actually increased by nearly forty percent!

The medicinal effect was much better than Atilan had expected. After drinking the potion, meditation didn't fully absorb its effects, and the remaining medicinal power spread throughout Atilan's dragon body.

It was quickly absorbed as he continued his cultivation.

Besides shaping cloud soil, Atilan's other cultivation was being struck by lightning!

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Storm Giants, after all, are most adept at controlling lightning.

Looking at Atilan, who had a wisp of black smoke rising from his head, the Storm Giant waved his hand.

"You've finished drinking the potion, and you've almost eaten all the food I planted. Once the paralysis effect wears off, you should just go. I won't keep you for dinner."

Atilan said weakly:

"Master, it's just a meal, isn't it that serious? Besides, I haven't mastered the shaping of cloud fields yet."

"You can't learn it. You've been struck by my lightning for so long, and you should think about it yourself. Is there any similarity between your lightning and mine?"

"Indeed, there isn't."

"So you should return to your familiar druidic natural domain and rely on your familiar environment to shape your own field."

Atilan had worked very hard on cultivating cloud fields, but he had only completed the first step: creating cloud soil with eighty percent water and twenty percent wind elements. The second step in shaping cloud fields was to inject lightning elements into the cloud soil as energy.

Atilan tried hundreds of ways and frequencies to input lightning energy, and the result was enjoying the stimulating scenes of various beautiful cloud clusters exploding. Several times, Atilan's scales were blown off.

Looking at the disheveled Atilan, the Storm Giant just said with a smile:

"Cloud clusters can be used for more than just planting. During that war, many dragons were killed by these disguised cloud cluster lightning storms."

Seemingly cloud clusters on the outside, but in reality, they were explosive lightning energy clusters, and this unique structure increased the destructive power of the cloud cluster explosion by nearly ten times.

This was the Storm Giant's booby trap for those who could fly.

Atilan knew about landmines and naval mines, but this was his first time hearing about cloud mines.

He was already thinking about whether he could use these cloud mines to trap his enemies if he mastered them.

Unfortunately, after the cloud mine bomb was made, it still needed the final step of using wind elements to fix its position and hide the aura of lightning within, even though the cloud cluster had already basically shielded the lightning aura.

However, practitioners with keen perception could still sense a trace of that aura.

In fact, landmines and naval mines are scary, but not the scariest. The scariest thing is booby traps whose location even the person who set them up doesn't know. That's really deadly.

During this month, Atilan wasn't just honing his spiritual power. His rest time was spent wandering around this cloud sea manor, constantly scanning the cloud fields and surrounding buildings to increase his understanding of the operating mechanisms of the magic manor.

For Cloud Sea Manor, the cloud sea is naturally important, but that doesn't mean the manor isn't important.

These buildings were also built using magic and have the function of analyzing and receiving surrounding energy. For example, if three types of energy—wind, lightning, and water—are needed, they are all received.

Other unnecessary energy is repelled outside the building.

Each building divides the cloud sea into different areas. In fact, compared to the cloud sea, Atilan felt that the knowledge involved in these magical buildings was even more profound.

He had also asked the Storm Giant, and the Storm Giant agreed with his idea, clapping his hands and saying:

"You are indeed a good seedling. If a Storm Giant only masters cloud field planting, then he is just a farmer who uses magic."

"Only by establishing these buildings to automatically receive and sort out the required energy can this Storm Giant be called a mage! Cloud Sea Manor can not only be used for planting, but also for killing people!"

Anyway, Atilan didn't think he could reach this level in a hundred years.

To be honest, after the Bearfolk had been messing around in the forest for two hundred years, the energy environment in the most core area of the forest might not necessarily exceed that of the Storm Giant's manor.

Wait, although the Bearfolk didn't explicitly say it, Atilan was sure that Oak Hall was not the area with the most concentrated energy in the forest. It was the control center, but not the energy center.

The Bearfolk said to let him take over the forest, but this successor didn't even know where the energy core of the forest was. What was that all about?

With a rather heavy heart, Atilan returned to his loyal Green Scale Town.

Wait, on his way back, he always felt like he had forgotten something. It wasn't until he landed in Green Scale Town that he suddenly remembered that he had gone to Snowpeak to solve the problem of the dwarves and frost giants being enemies, right?

The Dwarf King seemed to be waiting for him to send troops to solve the problem of the three thousand frost giants…

As a result, he was busy cultivating and directly threw this matter to the back of his mind. Now that a month had passed, the frost giants were probably already done harvesting grain and at war with the dwarves.

When he came back just now, he didn't seem to see any frost giants fighting with the dwarves below. There were no war cries, so they probably hadn't started fighting.

Just at this time, the old merman saw his landing figure and ran to Atilan's lounge, dragging his old body.

"Dragon Lord, you're finally back! The dwarves… the Dwarf King…"

Atilan looked annoyed.

"Have the dwarves been destroyed? It really is my fault. Such a good Dwarf King, gone just like that. Have the dwarven refugees been settled?"

The old merman finally caught his breath and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"The dwarves are fine! Not only did the frost giants not attack the dwarves, but they also proposed peace talks and gave some of the grain they planted to the dwarves as a gift."

"To thank us for the kindness of our resources, the dwarves selected a portion of the gifts given to them by the frost giants and sent them to us. Do you want to eat a little of that wheat that is as blue-white as ice crystals, Dragon Lord?"

Atilan took a deep breath.

"Old merman, you're old, so don't be so anxious in the future. If it's not something important, can you not report to me with this attitude!"

"It made me think that it was because of me that the dwarven kingdom was destroyed."

The old merman quickly waved his hand, saying:

"The dwarves said that the frost giants said that it was you, Dragon Lord, who personally persuaded their leader, and that the frost giants decided to ally with the dwarves to jointly develop the Ice Snow Mountains."

"Ah? I persuaded their leader? When did that happen? I haven't met with the frost giants recently, have I?"

This time it was the old merman's turn to be stunned.

"Dragon Lord, if you didn't meet with the Frost Giants, why do they say it's because of you?"

Attilan suddenly thought of something.

"It seems it really is because of me."

That day, when he was eating with the Storm Giants, the Storm Giant said:

"Don't underestimate this Icy Wheat, it's very difficult to grow. Besides breeding, planting it in the cloud fields is a bit of a waste of my land, but planting it in the snow below..."

"Even if I cast spells to help them clear the surface snow and ice, the Frost Giants still don't have enough tools to cultivate the hard soil of the snow peaks. The land they painstakingly cultivate is frozen again by the icy wind."

"Now it's very difficult to clear the farmland and plant new crops."

At that time, Attilan was eating the plump chicken leg of the Scale-Winged Chicken and said casually.

"The Frost Giants don't have enough handy farm tools, but the Dwarves do. With the Dwarves' forging skills, they can forge whatever farm tools the Frost Giants need."

"Isn't it just digging up the soil in the snow? Adding a fire enchantment to the farm tools would solve it. The Dwarves are skilled in forging, and their specialty is fire enchantment."

Now that he thinks about it, it seems it really was his contribution.

"So, the Frost Giants and the Dwarves decided to exchange this Icy Wheat for farm tools?"

The old merman nodded with a smile.

"That's right. Not only farm tools, but the Frost Giants even invited the Dragon Lord to develop the west coast of the snow peaks together, and let our mermen raise fish with the Frost Giants."

"What does the Dragon Lord think?"

Attilan's eyes widened instantly.

"The Frost Giants invited us to raise fish on the west coast together? Could it be something I said again?"

Attilan thought carefully. It seemed that he had said it again.

And it was also at the dinner table, after drinking two sips of the Cloud Wine brewed by the Storm Giant, each sip from a wooden barrel nearly a meter high.

"Why do I say everything at the dinner table? And those secret knowledge, it seems that my master and the grandmaster also told me when they were eating."

"Is there something wrong with the Cloud Sea Manor's restaurant? Does it make people only tell the truth and become talkative?"

Attilan could say anything, but the old merman pretended not to hear it. He was only concerned about one thing now.

"So, Dragon Lord, do we need to send manpower to the west coast to develop the fishery?"

"Send! Since the Frost Giants have invited us, wouldn't it seem like we're afraid if we don't go? If we can have a stronghold belonging to us on the west coast..."

Basically, nearly one-fifth of the territory of this continent is under his influence.

When the southwestern desert is transformed back into a grassland suitable for raising cattle and sheep, Attilan can proudly declare that he has one-third of the world.

The west coast is not just the barren land along the snow peaks of the Frost Giants. Continuing south, there is still a lot of land with vitality.

For example, the Boar-Men Kingdom!

And those werewolves and centaur tribes who live in the sparse grasslands and constantly attack the borders of the Water Elf Kingdom.

To be honest, Attilan didn't expect the Boar-Men to have a day to establish a kingdom.

Rat-men, Tiger-men, Wolf-men, Bear-men, and Boar-men are five very representative groups of therianthropes, but the number of these therianthropes cannot be too large.

Anyway, it is impossible to reach the number that can breed a kingdom.

Even if the Boar-Men Kingdom is weak, there must be at least several thousand Boar-Men.

Attilan doesn't think anyone would abandon being a proper human and run to become a pig.

Therianthropy Curse! Since it is a curse, it will naturally have a bloody and barbaric side.

When the therianthropy curse breaks out, the whole person's eyes turn red in an instant, and they lose their mind. When they wake up, they see some familiar pieces of clothing, and arms, legs, and other parts full of blood.

Even if you can't imagine it, you know what filled your stomach.

Thinking of the mutated Yak-men on the snowy mountain, Attilan suddenly had some ideas. Since even the stupid Tauren can be influenced by some power and become kind and simple Yak-men.

Then why can't the Boar-Men?

He didn't think there was a problem with the Yak-men before, but after seeing the Storm Giant, a quasi-god, transform the Frost Giants, Attilan suddenly worried about who was behind the Yak-men.

"How are those Yak-men now? Developing the west coast needs some other manpower besides the mermen. The Yak-men came down from the mountains, and this task is very suitable for them to carry out."

The old merman hesitated.

"Dragon Lord, it may be impossible to find the Yak-men."

"They're gone?"

"Not really, it's just that they have merged with other Tauren."

"What do you mean by merged together?"

Attilan frowned and looked at the old merman.

"It means you can't tell them apart. They have become the same as other Tauren, or rather, those other Tauren who were originally very irritable have become gentle."

"Especially these calves born in the past two years, their eyes are dark and moist, and they don't have any irritable feeling at all. They are even gentler than the Greenscale Mermen."

"The Greenscale Mermen have their current wisdom because I and the Green Fish Spirit hold a ritual every year to baptize everyone. What's going on with these Tauren?"

"It can't be the White Bull Spirit and Lista did it, right? No, it should be Black Bull. It was Black Bull who learned the baptism ritual from me."

"Go and notify Black Bull, and ask him to come and see me as soon as possible, and Lista too, call them over together."

He just slept, and his kingdom has already been infiltrated with holes?

He suddenly hesitated, can he still trust the Tauren?

He always feels that the water on this continent is a bit deep, he can't grasp it, and the Ocean Wyrm will also be drowned if he wants to unify the land.

"Black Bull is in Greenscale Town, I'll go and call him over now."

Not long after, a Tauren with snow-white and shiny fur and muscles not much worse than Lista walked in.

Attilan's eyes lit up immediately.

"Old merman, is this a new warrior emerging from the Tauren tribe?"

Only to see White Bull said aggrievedly:

"Dragon Lord, I am Black Bull, don't you recognize me?"

Attilan carefully sensed the White Bull in front of him. Whether from body shape or aura, it was impossible for him to recognize Black Bull!

"Black Bull has black hair and exudes the aura of earth element, you are white-haired, and the aura of ice element is ten times that of Black Bull's earth element, you say you are Black Bull?"

"Once I went to the Dwarf King to buy farm tools, I was tired and drank a sip of spring water in the mountains, and then I fell asleep without knowing how, and turned into what I am now when I woke up."

Hiss, subtle, very subtle.

"Black Bull, I have a task for you now, you go and choose Tauren with similar aura to you, I want you to go to the west coast to perform a task."

Since he doesn't know the other party's purpose, then move his outstretched claws as far away from him as possible.